WHERE does this death go to,
can they hear my child tears,
dripping on this painted up
wooden casket.
CAN they see my body shaking,
from head to toe.
CAN they fix this problem with
words of wisdom, like i love
you, and ill see you soon,
WHERE does this death go to,
i am a child, and i dont really
know.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mommas-last-lesson-64/
